A Walk Along the Frome Valley River

The British love their walks. The whole family dons their wellies (rubber boots up to the knee) and heads off with the dog(s) to go for a walk. And there are so many places to walk around here we may never have to go to the same place twice.

On this Sunday morning, we headed off to the Frome Vally trail. Unfortunately, Brian didn't realize what I meant by walk and had on relatively new shoes and socks - big mistake. It's March in England and there is a lot of mud. And lots of muddy dogs and children about. Let's just say we were glad to have rubber floor mats in the car and a hose outside back home.

This is one of the trail heads by Snuff Mills. It's a tended garden and just starting to spring up with flowers. It was overcast and looking like rain when we arrived.

And then things cleared up a bit and the sun poked through.

Five minutes later it was overcast again.

And two minutes after that it was pouring down rain.

Tapering off to a light drizzle.

And then gorgeous sunshine for a little while. And it continued cycling through rain, sun, rain, sun throughout our whole walk, which was only about an hour.

One of the little mud buckets. The dogs were loving it - swimming in the river, splashing through the mud, fetching sticks and chasing each other. It was pretty fun to watch. I was glad I didn't have to give them all a bath later!